They call him The Keeper, so why isn’t my mysterious new captor more interested in keeping me?
My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother’s debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I’m chased into the snowstorm…and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded and grumpy recluse?
The Keeper might be terrifying, but he saves my hotheaded arse from certain death, then takes me back to his cozy little cottage. I can tell he wants naught to do with me, but the fierce blizzard means he’s stuck with me…and a single bed.
Determined to be useful, I’m hopeful I can wear him down. After all, I have plenty of experience with males and their pleasure. But when I learn what it is I’ve actually stolen, I become determined to set things right. Will he help me, or has he had enough of my chatter?
